
freedom during lockdown with 8pm curfew madness knows no borders nor rules it's roaming freely more contagious than the virus we're hiding from ... edited: thank you to https://annehiga.com/ for pointing out my typo 🙂

freedom during lockdown with 8pm curfew madness knows no borders nor rules it's roaming freely more contagious than the virus we're hiding from ... edited: thank you to https://annehiga.com/ for pointing out my typo 🙂
The cat is snoring on my bed
I’ve finished my fourth beer
it’s two o’clock at night
and I should go to sleep.
The cat stirred and started snoring louder
the timer on the heater clicked off.
The rain hasn’t stopped for three days.
All I write is nonsense
I drink beer and
hope the sun will show his face.
I listen to cat’s snores.
That’s all I’ve got.
I’ve drunk too much beer.
every bullet every shell every cartridge everything you fire my way, I collect. I dig them up from my flesh. I stitch my wounds. They are now my ammunition. one more spark and it explodes. You are surprised when it does. Suffragettes Feminists Women movements #MeToo I am proud to show my scars. Is this war? yes. But I can't stop fighting. You are the one still shooting.
So much uncensored joy and love. Never ashamed, never embarrassed, never ending. I yearn to learn how to express it. I studied I observed I now understand I now comprehend I can see the outcome I can picture the emotion. Yet, when I try to recreate it all I have are puzzle pieces I'm not able to fit together. I don't even know where to start. Duh, I know you start at the corners and edges. But corners and edges is all I've got.
Napoleon was terrified of cats
cats have OCD - licking and
licking and licking the same spot
spots and pots and kettles
are all the same and all are black
black versus white and right
against wrong
wrong turn on the road and you are lost
lost treasure, a mere
X on a map
a map to someone’s imagination and dreams
dreams and nightmares,
who knows what is real?
real feelings of heart - a strange place
place that
turns into a new world
world that turns and we don’t even notice
it spins
spins and turns (again!) - i’ve been here...
here and there and
back again
again and never, love hurts and tastes so good
good deed will
get punished and innocent will suffer for sinners.
sinners and saints
both walk the earth and the Earth spins
faster than ever.
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